Kholo creek

above Kholo creek
a pink mountain, pink grassy heads swaying gently against the setting sun.

beside Kholo creek
an imprint of her hand in the cold, wet clay.

lost in the night
three childhoods, his parents’ pride, & little sister’s fierce love.

6 thoughts on “Kholo creek

      1. Rowena, I don’t recall how I arrived at your blog, but when I read your poem, I had no idea of its history of origin. I just felt the energy of the words. I have no idea whether Alison was someone close to you, but I hope your writing has helped to bring you some clarity if not comfort.

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